Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 9

Phil's POV

My phone lay in my hand, the cold hardness of it contrasting against my warm, sweaty palms. My breath rattled in and out of my chest in shaky gulps. As I ran my hand through my hair for the umpteenth time it occurred to me that this might be the wrong thing to do. That this might only worsen things...

Just. Do. It.

I hit call. Simultaneously, there was a knock on the door. I chickened out and hit cancel. Walking towards the door, I tried to ease the anxious look off my face. I heard another knock, more impatient.

Dan's POV

My heart was pounding, my head a frantic mess. What if he just turned me down? Then what would I do?

I felt my shirt rub against the cuts on my skin. What if he somehow saw those? What if he was disgusted with me? Disappointed?

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath I nearly tripped over trying to get into the elevator. What if he wasn't even home?

I knew this place back to front. I knew exactly how many steps it took to get to our door. And every step I took got harder and harder. I paused right in front of the door.

I can't do this.

Yes I can.

No.

Yes.

Then, just as I knocked, my phone began to rang.

Phil's POV

"Just a sec-"

But as soon as I saw my visitor the words were stolen from my throat.

It was Dan.

He stood their in my doorway. Right there. His hair was a curly mess, his eyes a swirl of hazelnut chocolate warmth, his expression of pure desolation. And I felt something simultaneously crack and be put back together inside of me.

We stood in silence, his eyes raking over my face, obviously looking for some kind of reaction. He looked so anxious. I needed to do something. Say something. Anything. Let him know that I loved him. That I wasn't mad at him. That I had missed him so much. That he was part of me; a part that had been torn away with him.

Dan's POV

Shit. He's not responding.

I wanted to swallow my words back, but before I could say more and further ruin it, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.

"I missed you," he whispered in my ear. His arms slowly got tighter and tighter around me, and I relished in his comforting embrace. For the first time since our split, I felt safe and I felt happy. I felt like no one could touch me. The intoxicating scent of him filled my nose.

"I missed you too," I whisper back as he pulled away. He cracked a smile.

"We're never splitting up again," He said. "If you ever-"

"Trust me, I won't," I reassured him again.

We stepped through the door and shut it behind us. I noticed him looking at my arms.

"Oh my God, Dan. I am so sorry for doing this," He gulped, burying his head in his hands. "Shit."

"No, don't be," I pulled his hands away. "I'm sorry as well."

"No, but-" He sighed in frustration. "Did you hurt yourself?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to him to feel guilty, but I knew it would be better for me if I told him. My hesitance, however, seemed to tell him everything.